The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

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"Potter, I wonder why you are in my office?" Dolores Umbridge grabbed Harry by the hair.

Moreover, Umbridge was far from alone.

Harry could already see what was happening on Hermione's side... She was pinned down viciously by Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin, and her wand was snatched away by Parkinson; Hope Parkinson can start lightly.

Draco Malfoy had taken Harry's wand from Umbridge; Malfoy was leaning against the ledge, smiling smugly as he tossed Harry's wand into the air with one hand before catching it .

Several Slytherin students came in one after another, and Crabbe strangled Neville Longbottom's neck tightly, and it seemed that he suffocated Neville a little.

And Ron Weasley was dragged in by Goyle; Ron seemed petrified, unable to move anything except his eyes.

Luna Lovegood was hugged tightly by a tall Slytherin girl, while Ginny Weasley was held from behind by Montague. They were all caught, not one was left...

The last one to walk in was Christopher Patrick. He glanced at the office, and then reported to Umbridge respectfully: "Principal, I think Potter and all his accomplices should be here !"

"You did a great job, very good..." Umbridge praised excitedly: "I have never seen such an excellent student as you, Christopher..."

Harry had never imagined that he would hate a Hogwarts student so much...even for Draco Malfoy, he hated him far less.

In the Room of Requirement, he led someone to catch himself; in Professor Dumbledore's office, he took out the parchment, which caused Professor Dumbledore to leave the school; and now, he is going to kill Sirius up...

But Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Umbridge.

"Why on earth are you in my office, Potter?" Umbridge growled, hoarsely.

"I just... just want my Firebolt!" Harry said hoarsely.

More than half a year ago, in the first Quidditch game of this semester, Harry's Firebolt was confiscated by Umbridge for some reason!

"Liar!" Umbridge shook Harry's head violently. "Your Firebolt was secured by Mr. Filch in the basement. You know it very well, Potter!"

"We're here to wreak havoc!" came a voice from the other side, and it was Hermione who spoke.

Hermione was crushed by Pansy Parkinson, but she struggled and said, "We feel that if we can burn your office, we can succeed Fred and George as the next Trickster King at Hogwarts." ..."

Harry admired Hermione's ability to improvise a story; judging from Umbridge's expression, she seemed a little convinced.

"She lied!" A clean voice made Harry's mood fall to the bottom again.

"Professor Umbridge, I heard Potter using your fireplace outside to talk to someone!" Christopher Patrick said calmly.

...

"Very well, very well, Christopher!" Umbridge nodded towards Jon, and then continued to ask: "Obviously, it is very important to you to talk to that person...it is Albus Dumbledore? Or Hagrid the bastard?"

Harry felt his heart fill with resentment, and he was shaking.

"Who I talk to is none of your business," he growled.

Umbridge's slack face seemed to tighten.

"I suggest using Veritaserum, Professor!" Draco Malfoy suggested, "So Potter can tell the truth!"

"Severus gave me a bottle...but I've run out..." Umbridge said slowly.

Pansy Parkinson gave Jon a questioning look, but Jon shook his head slightly at her.

"Very well..." Umbridge pulled out his wand: "Very well, I have no other choice...this matter should be more important than school discipline, it is related to the safety of the Ministry of Magic...yes ..."

Umbridge seemed to be talking to himself, convincing himself to do something.

Harry didn't quite understand what she meant, but Hermione seemed to see something.

"Professor Umbridge, what are you doing?" she called out.

"You forced me to do this, Potter..." Umbridge was still swaying on the spot restlessly: "The Cruciatus Curse should make you speak!"

"No..." Hermione screamed, "Professor Umbridge...it's illegal..."

But Hermione couldn't continue shouting.

Because Christopher Patrick gave Pansy Parkinson another color at this time, Pansy understood and covered Hermione's mouth to prevent her from making any sound.

Harry suddenly became a little scared. He remembered that in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the fourth grade, Professor Moody taught them three "Unforgivable Curses".

He thought of Neville again, whose parents seemed to have been driven insane by the Cruciatus Curse.

I'm sure I won't become like them...Harry began to imagine himself lying on the bed of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital.

In any case, he wouldn't say a word to Umbridge. Harry closed his eyes, and he could hear Hermione whimpering, and Umbridge's rapid breathing with excitement.

"Cutting out..."

"Wait a minute, Professor Umbridge!" Christopher Patrick said again.

...

"Christopher?" Umbridge didn't finish her spell, she turned around in surprise.

"The Cruciatus Curse is certainly useful, but it may not make Potter tell the truth. He may tell you false news to deceive you, Professor Umbridge." Jon explained calmly: "But there is another spell, which can read Potter's words." Special thoughts, let his secrets be exposed without reservation!"

"Christopher... Could it be... You know that spell..." Umbridge's voice faltered.

"A little bit." Jon continued calmly, "But this spell is also banned by the Ministry of Magic, so you need to..."

"I allow it!" Umbridge interrupted Jon directly: "Christopher, I allow you to use any spell here!"

"That's great!"

Jon nodded, then drew his wand and pointed it at Harry.

...

Harry Potter naturally guessed what the other party was going to do.

He tried to concentrate, recalling every word Snape had taught him; he regretted now that he hadn't put more effort into Occlumency...

"Legilimency!"

PS: Jon is going to do something to Umbridge tomorrow, and the pigs that have been raised for a year can be slaughtered.

Due to force majeure, the review speed of the new chapter of the starting point is very slow recently, so when you see that there is no update for a whole night, it may not be because of me.